While being a vampire had its positives for sure, not knowing his abilities as to what he could do and what he couldn’t do was a nuisance, to say the least. If only Charles had a mentor to guide him, it would have saved him a lot of trouble. The dog’s birthday party didn’t go as planned because Max didn’t leave Charles’ side. It was a shocking behavior to those who knew Max, but some others found it funny and cute. “What kind of spell did he put on it?” Caroline could only wonder. As far as she knew, Max shouldn’t like Charles because it lost in poker against him. Given its competitive spirit, it should hate Charles, but what she saw was the complete opposite. Max was jumping about like an excited puppy and shouted like it was reuniting with a long lost friend. When Charles walked away from the party, Max followed him. The workers tried to stop and catch the dog, but it growled at them and seemed ready to bite them if needed. Max was a dog with a temper, so they didn’t stand in its

The next day. When Andres was talking with the manager of a Myers’ store, four masked guys knocked the guard unconscious, burst into the store and stole costly products. Andres attacked them even though they had knives, but they used their knives effectively and made sure to leave unscathed. Andres couldn’t even complain to the police because he realized that it was the same four guys he had made a deal with. But it didn’t stop there. When Andres went to the restaurant for lunch, the same four guys sat at a different table, wearing mouth masks and focusing not on food but on him. “I gave three thousand dollars to these fuckers,” Andres gritted his teeth. “Instead of being grateful, they want to intimidate me like this, probably for demanding more money. I know exactly how to deal with trash like you.” Andres drove his car to the outskirts of the city and entered an abandoned building. The four guys still dared to enter the building. Before long, they were all surrounded by a doze

Sophie was sipping the beer alone, as Charles had left a couple of minutes ago. She looked somewhat sad and also felt regretful. “It was the most meaningful conversation I had with someone in a long while. I should have at least taken his number. I should have persuaded him more. Even if he seemed eight or nine years older than me, I’m fine with it.” “Not only is he handsome and brave, but he’s also got a character.” She put her hands under chin and exhaled. “I want a husband like him. If I see him again, I will grab his hand and beg him to take me on a date. Haha.” She wanted to go out and look for Charles, but she also had a job to do. She had to look after the store, which the owner had left in her hands. Her ethics didn’t let her even close the shop temporarily. She saw the other shops in the neighborhood closing one after another, so she checked the clock. “It’s almost two o’clock. I guess I’ll wait a few more minutes and then close the shop.” She was told by the owner to keep

The next morning. The news reported that the Four Harassers suffered lockup deaths, killing each other over an argument. As for the deaths that had taken place on the streets, the blame was put on the terrorists. However, there wasn’t a single mention of the man in a red mask and a cape, neither on the television nor in the newspapers. In a random church, an old pastor was giving his Sunday speech. “All people are flawed, but some are deeply flawed, and these people make relationships suffocating. For instance, take those whose understanding of love is very limited. They will stick to you if you take them shopping and buy them things, but when you stop giving them what they want, they won't ever let you come near them. Unfortunately, these kind of deeply-flawed people make the same mistake over and over again, some knowingly and some unknowingly. What should you do if you’re in a relationship with such a person? You can’t fight with a fool, so you either walk away, or you pray.” Cha

Charles returned to his room and rested on his bed. His heart was beating slowly and heavily. A shade of gloom covered his face. Just after the lunch had finished, Laurel gave him an envelope. He opened it. There were pictures of Sofia meeting other guys at various restaurants and clubs. That was a shocker for him, even though he knew what type of woman she was. “She’s been doing this for months,” Laurel said, almost in a pitying tone, “and you’re just one of the many. I’ve heard that her husband also ran away, though they tell the world a different story.” Laurel’s words deeply hurt his heart as well as his pride. He felt foolish for thinking he could already be Sofia’s priority given how she came after him. “I didn’t want to show you this right now,” Laurel continued, “but I wanted you to know how most of the rich women are. I’m different, though. I’m seeking for that one person I know I should adjust with and put some of my comforts aside if necessary, but I doubt Sofia comes